Friday, March 9, 2012

The Cry of My Heart

I just wrote 4,116 words on the Navajo people and the poverty that exists on their reservation.

You see, I have been learning in my Poverty and Development class that poverty is more than physical needs. It is a web of things like vulnerability, powerlessness, spiritual depravity, and broken relationships. The root cause of poverty is sin, and from that sin comes broken relationships and marred identity, which leave people impoverished. A web of lies has left the poor captive to the God complexes of the non-poor, and we have been left with a broken world.

But as I finish those 4,116 words I raise my eyes and my arms to praise God. For as I finished this paper, a paper that should have brought me a sense of duty and deadlines, I was brought to tears. For it feels like the scales have fallen from my eyes. Because of writing this paper I can see and feel the hurt of not just the Navajo people, but all native people in the United States. And at the same time, I can see and feel the hope.

Yes, I have a long way to go and I have a lot to learn. I certainly do not know everything and I certainly will never be able to fix all the problems of the world. But if what I do know, if what I have learned, can help restore the identity of a broken people by understanding that they are not made in the image of an oppressive government or unequal power relationships, but that they are made in the image of God.... well, then my whole life was worth it. For I am a broken sinner. I am a failure and I probably always will be. But I serve a God of love, hope, faith, and forgiveness. I serve a God who can restore and rebuild. And if He chooses to involve me in even the smallest part of His mission, my whole life is worth it. My whole life will feel complete. For He has chosen to open my eyes, the eyes of a sinner, and He has chosen to let me feel in this moment, the heart of my Creator. A heart that beats solely for His people and their brokenness. A heart that is consumed with joy and at the same time sadness. A heart that will jump up and down with the Navajo people when our Savior comes back, because He has saved US. 

So I will Praise God, our Father, our Creator, and our Emmanuel.  
For He has restored my soul.

2 comments:

  1. ...tears of true compassion do have a way of removing scales from our eyes don't they...and from the eyes of others as they look at us...trying to see Jesus...i love you...elaine/ccww

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  2. ...tears of true compassion do have a way of removing scales from our eyes don't they...and from the eyes of others as they look at us...trying to see Jesus...i love you...elaine/ccww

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